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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"

His wife fell in behind the last sled, betraying long practice in the art of handling the awkward footgear, The stillness was broken with cheery farewells; the dogs whined; and He of the Otter Skins talked with his whip to a recalcitrant wheeler.


? ? ? ? An hour later the train had taken on the likeness of a black pencil crawling in a long, straight line across a mighty sheet of foolscap.


? ? ? ? One night, many weeks later, Malemute Kid and Prince fell to solving chess problems from the torn page of an ancient magazine. The Kid had just returned from his Bonanza properties and was resting up preparatory to a long moose hunt. Prince, too, had been on creek and trail nearly all winter, and had grown hungry for a blissful week of cabin life.


? ? ? ? 'Interpose the black knight, and force the king. No, that won't do. See, the next move-'


? ? ? ? 'Why advance the pawn two squares? Bound to take it in transit, and with the bishop out of the way-'


? ? ? ? 'But hold on! That leaves a hole, and-'


? ? ? ? 'No; it's protected. Go ahead! You'll see it works.'


? ? ? ? It was very interesting. Somebody knocked at the door a second time before Malemute Kid said, 'Come in.


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